The embroidery of emotions.

It is all in the emotions,

the ripples in the bloodstream

that goes unnoticed

but against the wall

The waves travel by

through the channel of words

the actions slip

finally making a splash.

Ahh, the word in itself

holds the trigger of emotions,

if suppressed, it might blow up the

inner soul.

Yet we move ahead,

unaware of the thread that weaves itself

with every whisper of our soul

forming the path that leads

to the labyrinth of life.

Are we prepared to solve the maze?

Are we prepared to acknowledge our true emotions?

Are we prepared to face the truth?

We have been hiding for far too long in the void

disavowing the inner self.

Are we prepared to cherish the broken thread?

The thread of voidness that entwines within itself

the motif of life.